My friend and I had a short chat about our kids last night, and also the kind of work we do. She told me that she didn't want to take on new projects because she felt guilty about being there (at home, because we work as freelancers), but not really being there, you know. And it struck me like a bag of bricks because when we were chatting over on Facebook about that, I was at the dining table, waiting for my files to download so I could begin working, while my son was in our bedroom, and I didn't even know what he was up to. A strong emotion of guilt flooded me. What the heck am I doing? I immediately got up and went upstairs to talk with my seven-year-old.
